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picture it:
throwing away every shitty painting
watercolor mountains and rivers in purple and yellow
a stained waste of paper
while wearing something louder than
unwanted black shirts and maybe dancing a little
burning candles without spilling
and waking up to the same silence
that cried you to sleep
cringing at sunsets and rocks and sunrise and beach sounds and fuck
walking alone without looking over your shoulder
walking alone without a shadow to follow
walking and walking and opening the door
to find no one is there saying sorry, again
bending without listening for the sound of your own breaking
being empty, yet so damn whole
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